Viktor almost couldn't believe it. Months of traveling, hundreds of thousands of miles from the Kingdom of Zaun, and now... he's found it.

The Wildwood. A sprawling land of towering trees, lush grasses, flowing rivers, vast mountains, and a deep-rooted magic within its soils, according to the legends. The native land of Hybrids, the most elusive denizens of the land.

His Arcane magic thrummed as he explored, seeing the rivers, the lush grass fields, the jagged mountains of the land. It was just as the legends spoke. All was there, except for the Hybrids. Where were they?

He'd spent several months searching, finding traces of life. Tools, old housing, but no Hybrids. Until he was at his campsite, in the middle of a grassy field, in the middle of the night.

In the light of the full moon, he saw them. A hybrid. A hybrid!